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Oh about 10 or 11 years ago I was roped into umpiring my son's minor league game. As the only umpire, I was calling balls and strikes from just behind the pitcher when a harmless little fart made his presence known, but turned out to be significantly juicier than expected. Fortunately the pitch was a credible strike three, the third out, and I waddled like a scalded penguin, clenching my butt cheeks together, to the porta-potty past right field.  click to enlarge My briefs were a loss, but fortunately they did their job in saving the pants. I cleaned up as best I could and went out to finish the game -- with twenty-odd eight-year-olds and as many parents staring at my ass looking for a stain, no doubt.  The Key To A Man's Shart  |
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 8/26/2008 10:32 pm |
Emersssssssssssssss Where Are Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu????? YooHoooooooo Emerssssss, come out come out where ever ye are! Weed the earth to find your rose. Don't look at me I'm cactus.
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7/20/2008 9:39 pm |
It amaezes me how many of these stories you have...heheh. Good to see you haven't changed in my absence!!  She wakes & takes her place in line & never bothers asking why the mirror sheds no light at all...
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7/13/2008 5:59 pm |
rofl Emers  now stobbit!  Weed the earth to find your rose. Don't look at me I'm cactus.
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7/5/2008 5:27 am |
MAN, I hate when that happens! LOL Hey... have missed ya...where the heck ya been? Don't tell me you're running out of fart stories...  
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 7/4/2008 9:59 pm |
A foul called on the play??? Don't follow your passion. Just take it with you wherever you go.
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